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 180 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. What graceful forms, in braided dncd, What acenes, of more than mortal hue, Flit by, in varied elegance, Or rise before his Vision'd view ! Still, as the changeful measures flow, He frames some wild accordant tale, Now soars t� now sinks to woe, As the notes triumph, or bewail. These joys are his; and can he turn One thought upon the world below? ' ' .Can he. do aught than proudly Slmm .All it can promise, Or bestow? He'// not turn from these pure jos, For all that Pomp or Power have known; "To them he leaves gaudes, seep TM, toys, ,(,ontent to call'his mind his own. ......... ,Google

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